**Transformed into a Toy**

Taylor's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. It didn't take long for Kieran to answer, and Taylor's voice was laced with a sweet, deceitful tone as she asked him to come over to her hotel room. Kieran, trusting his sister, agreed without hesitation. As she waited for Kieran to arrive, Taylor busied herself with the transformation device. She had read the user manual, or at least skimmed through it, and was confident that she could operate the machine. The device hummed to life as she activated it, and a bright light filled the room. The doorbell rang, signaling Kieran's arrival. Taylor opened the door, a charming smile plastered on her face. Kieran walked in, unaware of what was about to happen. Taylor led him to the center of the room, where the transformation device stood. "What's this, Taylor?" Kieran asked, his voice laced with curiosity. Taylor's smile grew wider as she pushed a button on the device. A blinding light enveloped Kieran, and he let out a terrified scream as he felt himself being transformed. Taylor watched, her eyes gleaming with excitement, as Kieran's body began to change. His limbs shortened, his body softened, and his face rounded out, taking on a cherubic quality. Kieran's clothes ripped and tore as his body transformed, leaving him in a state of infantile helplessness. Taylor gasped in delight as Kieran, now transformed into a baby doll, lay on the floor before her. Taylor sat down on the couch, her dark purple tights-clad feet dangling in the air. She lifted them up, wiggling her toes in excitement, and placed them on the floor beside the baby doll. The smell of her tights wafted up, a pungent mix of sweat and fabric. The baby doll, once Kieran, looked up at Taylor with a terrified expression. Taylor cackled with glee, her eyes flashing with sadistic pleasure. She lifted her feet, positioning them above the baby doll's face. With a sly smile, Taylor began to rub her feet against the baby doll's face, the dark purple tights providing a smooth, silky texture. The baby doll let out a muffled cry as Taylor's smelly feet covered its face. Taylor's hands moved to her lap, where she began to pleasure herself through the crotch of her purple tights. Her eyes never left the baby doll as she worked herself into a frenzy. The baby doll, helpless and trapped, was subjected to Taylor's twisted desires. As Taylor's arousal grew, so did her cruelty. She pressed her feet harder against the baby doll's face, reveling in its terror. The room was filled with the sound of Taylor's laughter and the baby doll's muffled cries. In this moment, Taylor was the queen of her twisted kingdom, with her brother as her plaything. And she had no intention of letting him go.